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Then up and spoke the bauld Baron,
An angry man was he,
He's ta'en the table wi' his foot,
In flinders gart a' flee.
"Gae bring a robe of yon cleiding,
That hangs upon the pin,
And I'll gae to the good green wood,
And speak with your leman."
"O bide at hame, now Lord Barnard,
I warn ye bide at hame,
Ne'er wyte a man for violence,
That ne'er wyte ye wi' nane."
Gill Morice sits in good green wood,
He whistled and he sang;
"O what mean a' these folk coming?
My mother tarries lang."
And when he came to good green wood,
Wi' meikle dull and care,
It's there he saw brave Gill Morice,
Kaming his yellow hair.
"Nae wonder, nae wonder Gill Morice,
My lady lo'ed you weel,
The fairest part of my body
Is blacker than thy heel;
Yet ne'ertheless, now, Gill Morice,
For a' thy great beauty,
Ye's rue the day that ye was born,
That head shall gae with me
Now he has drawn his trusty brand,
And slait it on the straw,
And through Gill Morice's fair body,

He's gard cauld iron gae.